Page 157 of Niccolo

“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!” I screamed.

He kept licking – consistent and steady – as the contractions went on and on.

“OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH MY GOD, OH FUCK!”

It finally became too much – unbearably intense – and I put my hands against his head and pushed him away.

He looked up at me from between my legs, grinning as my breasts heaved and the muscles in my belly trembled.

“Oh… my God…” I whimpered, breathless, as I stared down at him.

“You seemed to enjoy that,” he said with evident self-satisfaction.

“I think… I can die happy now,” I gasped.

He laughed. “No dying today unless it’s morepetite morts.”

French for ‘little death’ – their very strange name for an orgasm.

“…okay…” I whispered. That’s all I could do.

He made his way up the bed next to me –

And I felt his cock, hot and hard, press against my left thigh.

I looked down and gasped.

The head of his cock was wet and dribbling a strand of clear liquid.

“Is that from me?!” I asked, surprised. He’d attempted to enter me so long ago; I figured it would have rubbed off on the sheets by now.

“No, that’s pre-cum,” he murmured in my ear.

“Is that normal?” I asked, fascinated.

“When a man is seriously turned on – yes.”

“So I make you… both hardandwet?!”

He laughed. “I guess you could put it that way.”

I reached down for the head of his cock and felt it.

It was soslippery!

Niccolo grunted at my touch, and his cock jerked in my hand – a tiny contraction.

That movement – and the slipperiness of his pre-cum – decided it.

Desire rose up inside me that overwhelmed any fear of pain.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered.

He kissed me. “Alright… we can try again.”

“No – Iwant you inside me,”I said insistently. “Even if it hurts.”

He smiled. “We’ll see – ”

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